When Salomon returned to Professor Randolph's office, Professor Elliot Randolph was already drunk. In fact, a bottle of Scotch bourbon barrels could not shake the physique of the Asgardians at all, but if someone drank whiskey like in the summer sun, even the Asgardians (especially civilians) could not last long.

Laura Crawford was a little embarrassed because Professor Randolph had already poured herself a third bottle of whiskey. She didn't know why the professor was so sad, but when she knew she could not stop Professor Randolph from unscrewing the cap, she gave up her intention of inquiring. The careful female archaeologist discovered the hint of Salomon. Although she didn't know why, she thought Salomon would tell her because there was an agreement between them.

"Professor Elliot Randolph." Salomon smiled at Laura holding a glass of wine, turned his head and handed it to the drunken professor of history (formerly Folklore) a piece of parchment. Professor Randolph looked at the secret wizard and the words on the parchment. Laura Crawford saw the content written on the parchment and once again had a direction for his speculation about Professor Randolph's identity.

Although she did not know the goal of Salomon's distribution contract, the Secret Mage had already explained a small part of his work, which was to contract witnesses who accidentally witnessed magic and ordinary participants in magic events. She believed that the reason she signed the contract was because she wanted to explore the magic world - however, for a more special goal like her, Salomon would sign the contract in advance, and even if Laura Crawford did not make a request, he would mainly go to her to sign the contract.

"Please sign this contract as soon as possible," Salomon said. "Agent Colson has promised to keep it confidential, and Kama Taj will not interfere with your life on earth."

"Is Professor Randolph not an ordinary person?" When she left the office, Laura finally couldn't help but curiosity and made her own speculation. "I don't think you need to sign on parchment when you explain the Rune of Lun." Laura, wearing a sports jeans, walked under the steps, her hard heels pounding on the steps, and the neat ponytail on her back swayed mischievously.

The female archaeologist and a newly graduated college student jumped and said, "Aren't you going to reveal the answer?"

"In fact, this is pretty boring," Salomon said. "You've participated in the item identification work done by S.H.E.L.D., haven't you?S.H.E.L.D. found all the people with two know one's onions to do their work, but you also saw their attitude towards alien objects - if I hadn't resisted, they would put me in a sponge box and save it. Professor Randolph was the one who knew he had onions, and in fact he was an onion farmer."

Salomon's whispers made Laura laugh.

"This time the trouble is just because Professor Randolph's treasure land was found." The Secret Master continued, "I don't understand why he wrote poems and left clues about his hiding place, which is a bit stupid."

"Hey! Don't swear, Salomon, you're not in college yet!"

"You should be glad that the academy I'm going to have no sponsorship of the American Democratic Foundation for those idiots who were played with by the CIA, otherwise I would have said more swearing. The money works everywhere, but it would be a bit bad to let some idiots who lead street riots come to school." Salomon fully expressed his disdain for the Americans. "If it weren't a idiot, how could he accept the CIA's funding?"

"Well, if you're going to make a political statement, we might as well find a place to talk." Laura touched her stomach, "A place to eat. The whiskey in my stomach is burning. If you don't eat, you'll have to call the fire brigade to put out the fire."

"I will spit fire out of my mouth, and I don't know you will."

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"Wow!" Skye carefully took several pebbles from Agent Colson's hand.

The reason why these things made her more vigilant was nothing else, it was the runes carved on the pebbles. Agent Colson asked her to treat these seemingly ordinary stones carefully. After Fitz's inspection, the stones seemed to have become alien matter, at least in terms of spectral characteristics, similar to Thor's Hammer. However, Agent Colson seemed not too nervous, and he did not seal the pebbles into the sponge box, because Salomon had already assured him of the safety of the thing.

"As long as we don't say that word, these Lun runes will not trigger." Fitz was obviously very puzzled by the unscientific thing in front of him. "It has a listener (coders' term). Does the program run when the event is triggered? If so, I probably know what magic is."

"I think we can take this opportunity to do more inspections." Simmons said excitedly. "The last time Salomon Damonet came, I scanned his armor and sword. The spectral characteristics are completely different from the Thor's Hammer. We think that different... are magic, and they all have different spectral characteristics. Unfortunately, we didn't do a few small experiments last time. This time we had plenty of opportunities...I don't believe in the ability of Salomon, but I think we can use benzodiazepines to replace these Lun runes..."

"Calm down medicine, a good choice." Skye obviously did her homework, and now she knows what SHIELD's regular medicines are.

"Don't mess it up, Simmons, remember to protect yourself." Agent Colson let the science team experiment with their heart's content, not as serious as other senior agents. Only Agent Grant Ward and Agent Melinda May were protesting with their eyes, believing that arbitrary experiments would only lead to bad consequences - but Agent Colson convinced them with Fitz-Simmons's antibodies to solve the Zitarry virus, and he believed that the science team could handle these Lun runes.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! "Remember, don't read that word." Agent Colson clapped his hands and reminded his team members to pay attention to safety, and then got off the plane. He had something to do to talk to Professor Elliot Randolph - SHIELD must find the Berserker's cane before the rioters, and he hoped that Professor Elliot Randolph could tell him everything.

However, when Colson came to the office again, Professor Randolph had long disappeared, and only a few wine bottles were placed on the table to prove what he was doing before. Agent Colson looked around and he instantly understood Professor Randolph's thoughts.

"Friends." He pressed his headphones and said to the team members who were on the plane, "We are in trouble. Professor Randolph went to find the Berserker's cane."

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"Think about it, women more than a hundred years ago! They cannot be elected, they have skirts, belts, knees, and contraceptive measures. If they want to have an abortion, they will find a small alley to secretly abort the child. If they are caught, they will be imprisoned for murder! Now, they can have miscarriages whenever they want! Abortion is no more difficult than buying a McDonald's! They can even run for president..." A truck driver held a beer glass and spoke loudly, and his speech won the applause and cheers of the drunkards who were drinking during the day.

Salomon filtered the above sounds as noises, but Laura didn't let it go so easily. "This is a vulgar American." The secret mage persuaded, "If you are so angry that you can't eat French fries, you can only say that this is what you asked for. Who told you to experience the life of Americans?"

"I've started to regret it, Salomon." Laura Crawford stuffed food into her mouth in a suffocating manner, as if she was chewing an eraser. "How did Americans survive?"

"Frank is the most informed person here, and he is also my brother-in-law." The bar owner rubbed the glass. He is a well-known man, not stingy at all when pouring beer, and he can always scrape away the excess foam. He said without raising his head, "Frank, your words make sense. I look forward to discussing the points you talked about with my sister tonight at the party."

After hearing what the bar owner said, the audience burst into laughter again.

"This is American life, Lau LS Lomon raised his eyebrows, "At least I have no objection to the American countryside, I like it, and it is the only place I can drink. Hey! Ben, can I give me a deep water bomb?"

"Of course, for your girlfriend's sake, I'll treat you this cup!" said the bar owner.

A cheering boo sounded in the bar.
Chapter completed!